I apologize for not updating in so long. I have been busy with school and exams. It is the end of the school year, meaning less homework and things to do, so I will have more time to update.

Once again I apologize.

I hope you enjoy Chapter 5. :)

~Chezzalinda

Sweat trickled down my face as I began to sing myself to sleep once again. I do not know how long I have been trapped in this blank room. I had lost count after thirty-six days, and my patience was beginning to grow thin.

Every night I would sing myself to sleep, trying to ignore the yells of the other patients who were condemned into solitary confinement as well. Their screaming reminded me of mine, of my mothers, and of my fathers, when we had died. Yes, I died very long ago. Not psychically, no, I am dead inside. And this small shell of insanity and sadism that I placed myself in, is beginning to crack, as I am pushed to my limits in this small, blank, muggy room.

However, tonight was different. While I began to sing my lullaby a light filled the room, blinding me, astonishing me. Although my dark heart and soul enjoys the suffering and pain of others, there was something about seeing light for the first time in days that caused a swelling in my dead heart.

I sat up on the frail bed, and watched silently as guards piled into my small room. They roughly grabbed my arms and began to drag me away. I did noting to stop them. I only stared at the passing lights shining above my head. I began to smile and giggle, while the guards continued to drag me to some place, but I was brought out of the small real pint of happiness I felt when I was pushed to a cold wet floor.

"Clean yourself up," one of the guards spat and threw a new uniform at me.

"Thank you," I whispered back, smiling up at him, and enjoying the feel of water on my fingertips and knees. I have not taken a shower in a long time.

I slowly stood up, weak in the knees from being so cramped in my cell, and began to walk towards on of the shower heads. I heard the door close behind me and the guards voices from outside. My hands softly and slowly peeled my clothes off of my body, and turned the knob of the shower to were it said 'Hot'.

Despite the cold water, I was in peace, as sweat and dirt flowed off of my skin and down the drain. I turned off the shower once finished, and pulled my new, clean uniform on.

At the sound of silence the guards trotted back into the showers and grabbed me once more. I was pulled back into my old cell. Everyone else in the wing slept silently. The guards pushed me into my room and closed the door, making sure to lock it. Once finished they left, leaving me standing in the darkness once more.

I climbed into my old bed, this one seemingly more comfortable then the one in solitary confinement, and I began to sing my lullaby once again, only this time it worked.

"Doll Face?"

I slowly opened my eyes to see the stone wall. I flipped on my bed, and smiled at Joker who sat across from me on his. He grinned back.

"Haven't seen you in awhile," He laughed.

"Likewise," I replied, moving to sit on my bed, then noticed that it was very empty and quiet in the wing. "Where is everyone?" I asked looking at Joker. He giggled and turned slight, cupping his mouth.

"Our buddy, Scarecrow, uh, escaped last night. The guards are going crazy looking for him."

"He decided to take advantage of the time the guards where dragging you around everywhere and left unnoticed." Harley Quinn squeaked from her cell beside Joker's.

I chuckled. And laid back against the wall behind me.

"So, Crow escaped. Too bad, I liked that dude," I said to myself, smiling.

"The guards are, uh, getting frisky. They are thinking about calling the Bat," Joker giggled. "This is going to be fun."

I jumped up, excited. "Batman!" I giggled. "This is great. I haven't seen Batty-Boy in decades. It would nice to play with him."

I know it is short but this was just to update. I will add more in due time.

But otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.